Mike's body filled with dread as he listened to the phone call.
"Uh, hey listen, I might not be around to leave you a message tomorrow. *Bang Bang* Its-It's been a bad night for me, Um, I'm kinda glad I left those messages for you *Clears Throat* uh, when i did.
Mike had a very bad feeling in the pit of his stomache, but continued listening to the call.
"Uh, hey, do me a favor.*Bang Bang* Maybe sometime uh, *Bang Bang* you could check inside those suits in the backroom? I'll try to hold out until someone checks. Maybe it won't be so bad? *Bang Bang* I-I-I always wondered what was in those empty heads."
Mike definitely knew something was wrong when he heard Freddy's jingle play in the background.
"You know... *Moan* Oh No..."
Mike froze in horror as he heard a screech that sounded awfully like golden Freddy.
The call ended.
Mike felt numb. The man that had helped him get through 4 nights of hell so far, had died. He didn't know why he was upset, he didn't actually know phone guy. But when he heard that screech... He felt like he had lost something important to him.
Mike had made up his mind. As soon as his shift ended, he would check the backroom.
So Mike went through the night on auto pilot. He didn't react when Freddy showed up at the right door. He didn't react when Foxy came sprinting out of the cove. He simply closed the door, and continued the night.
It was 6am all to soon...
Mike got up out of the office, and walked to the back room. What was even more unnerving was that it was already open.
"Phone guy!" he called. "Phone guy!"
"Hello, hello?" came a week reply.
"Phone Guy!" Phone guy coughed weekly. He had survived by being stuffed in an empty Golden Freddy suit. "Water..." Was the only reply.
"Oh sorry!" Said Mike as he scrambled for a dollar bill, to buy a drink from the vending machine down the hall. Ounce he had got it, he returned to Phone guy with the bottle.
Phone guy drank. "Thank you..." was his week reply. Mike got Phone guy out of the suit and helped him to his car.
"Thank you. Seriously." he said. Mike smiled at him, and read his name tag. "Scott. That's a nice name." "Thanks" said Scott, with a light blush coating his cheek.
Maybe this won't be so bad...
